Major Spoilers Question Of The Day: Earthquakes, Birds & Snakes and Aeroplanes Edition

by Matthew Peterson

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: There’s a whole lot of bull$#!+ on the internet. Though I am quite sure that the Mayan calendar is nothing more than the latest fad to catch people’s attention (like the pet rock, the Charleston, Rob Liefeld or smallpox), I find that I can’t stop the gears in the back of my mind wondering whether Kukulkan and Quetzalcoatl are gonna sweep down out of the sky sometime in the next few hours. (This, of course, is completely ethnocentric on my part, but I should note at least a portion of what was once Mayan turf exists in roughly the same time zone as me.) Given the absurdity of the whole premise, though, I can’t help but think it appropriate to enjoy a little something ridiculous today, perhaps a little Mister Neutron or Bicycle Repair Man to wile away the time until we figure out what the next impending doom will be. (Next time ’round, I suggest something involving ‘One Day At A Time.’)

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) wonders where that little fishy did gooooo, asking:
What pop culture would you most want to enjoy as you proceed on your way to oblivion?

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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture!
And a nice red uniform.

I listen to the songs on Young Zach’s #apocalypsemixtape hashtag, while re-reading the Book of the Subgenius and Revelation X, which tell the tale of X-Day, the Subgenius Apocalypse which already happened on July 5, 1998.

I am going to eat a hot bowl of homemade beef stew, laughing my fanny off at all the people who believed the whole Mayan calendar thing – just like I mock all the folks who foam at the mouth about the so-called Zombie Apocalypse. Of course, I’ll feel pretty stupid about that (fro a few seconds) if the world DOES end tonight.